Slade Wilson read the message that had arrived on his work phone and blinked slowly. He frowned and emitted a low murmur, mentally wondering what he should do.

Suddenly he felt weight piling up on his back and a head jutting from his right shoulder. "What is it?" asked his son curiously.

In response the super soldier lifted his phone, allowing him to see the message that read:

Deathstroke The Terminator, I am pleased to announce that you have been officially invited to join the Light. If you are interested, please contact this number as soon as possible and we will arrange an official introduction meeting.

Dick frowned and rested his head on his father's shoulder. "What the hell is the Light? Another criminal organization or something?"

Slade grunted. "I'd heard lately about some super-villains who were teaming up but I didn't think their organization would have this name."

"Pretty cheesy name, isn't it?" asked Dick, smiling when he heard him snort. He got off his father and stood in front of him, pulling out his own work phone and frowning. "Why haven't they contacted me?" he asked offended.

"Probably because they will do anything to eliminate the Justice League and they know that you are more of an anti-hero so you would reject their offer regardless." the former military man pointed out.

"It's still rude of them not to contact me." Dick wrinkled his nose dramatically. "And haven't they noticed that in recent years you've also been taking contracts on bad guys and stopped killing innocents?"

"Maybe but my reputation for being a big asshole precedes me, kiddo."

"I can't deny that." Dick chuckled at the deadly stare and stared curiously at his father. "What are you going to do?"

"Obviously I'm going to politely send them to hell." Slade declared dryly, making his son laugh. "I don't want to mix with a bunch of incompetents and risk the Justice League getting me."

"Do you already know the members of this organization?"

"No. But who the hell would be part of the Light?" Slade snorted. "That's a dumbass name."

"Agreed." nodded the acrobat with a chuckle. "But if you want to know my humble opinion on the matter, I suggest you at the very least attend the meeting and, if you think they are really a band of incompetents who won't last long, turn down the offer to join otherwise become a member."

Slade stared at his son, arching an eyebrow. "The Light will devise plans to kill your Justice League friends you don't even know."

"I know."

"And you want me to be part of it if they pose a real threat to them."

"That's what I said."

"You want me to become a member of the Light who wants to kill the Justice League and maybe rule the world or some shit like that, risking me becoming a target of your hero friends."

"Uh uh."

Slade narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why?"

Dick sent him a shit-eating grin. "Take a guess, Slade. Think of it as a kind of training for your detective skills."

Slade should have felt anger or indignation at those words but all he felt was amusement. "You're turning my own words against me, kiddo."

"I know, I'm a genius." Dick said with a dramatic bow.

The more experienced mercenary huffed and began to reflect.

Why the hell would his son, who cared so much about heroes, want Deathstroke to become a member of the Light in case the other supervillains posed a real threat to the Justice League? Why risk putting him right in the JL's crosshairs?

Slade came to the conclusion even before five seconds had passed. "You want me to infiltrate the Light and become a mole."

"Bingo." Dick sent him finger guns with a smirk. "If the Light is just a shoddy organization full of idiots who are no real danger to the heroes then screw them all and you won't be a part of it. If, on the other hand, they pose a real threat to the Justice League, you will infiltrate the Light and be a mole. So you will tell me their plans and I will report them anonymously to the heroes or stop the villains myself." he stated, concluding his explanation and reasoning.

Slade arched an eyebrow. "If the Light is really dangerous and were to discover us we would get in trouble, kiddo."

"Point 1: we won't be discovered."

"A little too arrogant, don't you think?"

The man was ignored. "Point 2: since when is Deathstroke afraid?"

"I'm not afraid and you know it." growled Slade but once again he was ignored, irritating and amusing him at the same time.

"Point 3: even if we were to be caught we both know that together we could beat anyone." Dick gave a shark-like grin. "I remind you that Deathstroke and Renegade together brutally killed the best assassins in the League of Assassins and Ra's himself, and I was only eleven years old and with much less training than I have now."

Slade tilted his head slightly to the side, also smiling.

Deathstroke and Renegade formed the best duo ever and the deadliest, most lethal, ruthless and dangerous. They were in perfect sync, to say the least, and they knew what each other was thinking without even talking: all it took was one look and they already knew each other's move.

So yes: the two mercenaries together could have taken down anyone, no matter if they are gods, demons, aliens or who knows what else.

The Light would have no hope against the two most dangerous mercenaries in the world.

"So? What do you think of my plan?"

Slade stared at his son and tightened his lips. "We'd have to recheck our cards a bit… but it can be done." he nodded with a smirk. "I have no better to do and this may turn out to be a unique and unrepeatable experience."

Dick exulted as he raised victoriously a fist in the air. "And fun too!"

"Of course." Slade agreed, good-naturedly rolling his eye. "I'm going to call them now and see when this meeting is so that I can personally assess the risk that Light actually poses."

Dick smiled and nodded frantically, eagerly rubbing his hands together.

This could be fun. And who knows, it could also turn out to be productive on a personal level as well as for Renegade's reputation.